Alaric lay in his bed, the weight of the day still pressing heavily on his mind. The tension of learning about the potential involvement of the Hargrove and Silverclaw families had left him feeling on edge, and though he tried to push his thoughts aside and rest, sleep did not come easily. His room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows that danced across the walls.
He closed his eyes, trying to will himself to drift off into sleep, but his mind kept returning to the threat against his sister, Lucy. The curse had nearly taken her life, and now Alaric was on a mission to uncover who was behind it. He was certain he had narrowed it down to the right families, but something about the situation felt… incomplete.
As he finally succumbed to exhaustion, the edges of his consciousness began to blur, and he fell into a deep sleep.
